Bela Talbot was by no means a hunter.

She had no interest in being one. From the day she learned that demons were real, she knew she had nothing to gain from doing them any harm. It wouldn't change her situation, and really, if a person couldn't manage to defend themselves, that was their problem, not hers. No, of all the various reasons she had for not wanting to be a hunter, inability was nowhere among them. If she'd had the desire, she could probably become an exceedingly talented one. But, she'd chosen a different avenue, and since she was out of practice in tracking and killing demons, actually having to do it was showing off how rusty she was.

The king of the crossroads wasn't hard to find. Threaten one measly crossroads demon with the Winchesters' silly gun and they go running with their tail between their legs, telling you whatever you want to know. As long as you know how to ask, of course. That was where Bela's real talent laid -- manipulation and extraction of information. The difficult part would be getting inside -- and close enough to the demon to kill him.

Pulling her CLK around to the gate, Bela parked and climbed out, immediately adopting a personality vastly different than her own. Pulling a pre-paid phone that she hadn't actually activated, she smiled at the guards who immediately greeted her.

"I'm very sorry, I'm just looking for a place to use the phone. No service up here." Speaking in an American accent to disguise her own identity further, just in case, she indicated to the phone in her hand before putting it back in her purse. "I'll only be a moment, I assure you." Hopefully. Get in, get out, get on with her life that would ideally continue for more than another two weeks. Wouldn't that be nice. It took every ounce of restraint that she possessed to keep her lips from tightening in a firm line at that thought. She'd done a lot of imagining, where Hell was concerned, and she'd rather not actually see it for herself. At least not this soon -- surely, she was doomed to that fate eventually, but she wanted more than ten years. She'd always want more time.

She was jerked from her thoughts by the gate opening -- now, that was odd. She hadn't been expecting it to work. Hoping, surely, but she'd been expecting a little more of a fight.

"Mr. Crowley's been waiting for you, Miss Talbot." A terrified bile rose in her throat, but Bela covered it up with a pursed-lipped smirk. Of course. She should have guessed as much when it was so simple, but still she'd been caught off guard and there was no denying it. She allowed herself to be led onto the premises and directly to Crowley's living room, unable to resist the impulse for a witty repartee of her own -- Cambridge accent showing through now that she didn't have a front to keep.

"Already? And here I thought I was being rather punctual. I do hope he hasn't been waiting long."